They've been sitting on the nightstand for years, melting into the wood finish with the passing time. Never been lit, they are mere witnesses to every lonely night, waiting patiently in the dark for their time to shine.
It's date night and Maura's due to arrive in five minutes. Jane has been planning this evening ever since she first started entertaining romantic thoughts toward the ME. She has the candles leading toward the bedroom already lit, the flower petals strewn artfully across the floor, and the small stereo playing soft, soft jazz. But there's a wrenching in her gut telling her that she's forgotten something.
A grin jumps to her face as the knock echoes from the doorway. She swings the door open and there's the doctor, resplendent in a short, tight dress and sexy trench coat. They meet in a lingering kiss across the threshold before Jane pulls her into the apartment. Maura gasps at the lengths the detective's gone to, noting the mood and atmosphere, the glasses of wine resting patiently on the counter, and most importantly, the slinky black dress Jane has worn for her. It clung to the law enforcement professional in all the right places and Maura couldn't be more thankful Jane had taken the reins for tonight. She looked absolutely stunning.
Maura runs her hands over slim hips and leans in close to lightly nip at Jane's ear. "I think we can skip the wine tonight," she murmurs as they adopt matching sultry smiles. The brunette takes a light grasp of Maura's hand and leads her down the petal walkway.
"Damn," Jane exclaims as they enter her bedroom. It's dark; she neglected to light the candles on her nightstand during her preparations. She darts to the side of her bed after rapidly apologizing to the doctor. The drawer is thrown open and her hands rummage inside for the small book of matches she's kept here for this occasion.
She strikes a match and lights the first candle. In the glow of the resulting flame, she sees the substantial covering of dust atop the wax and can't help but chuckle. She's never had anyone important enough to light these for; not even Gabriel.
Maura is something else. No matter what, that is something Jane has always believed. But more importantly, she is Jane's and Jane is hers. The thought makes Jane a little giddy as the second candle takes the flame. As soon as the first candle was lit, Maura wandered from the doorway, slipping behind her detective.
Jane shivers in response to the surprising feeling of Maura's breath on her neck, her body automatically leaning into the gorgeous woman behind her. She feels the doctor's hands roaming across the fabric of her dress before locating the zipper in the back. They rest lightly just above her butt, those beautiful hands, and then they float upward, barely skimming the surface of the garment. Jane turns to face her just as arms wrap around her neck and then they're kissing as they fall to the mattress, languidly in love.